Page 120 of Monstrous Serpent

He boops my nose. “Always, Little J.”

“What happened?” Hunter asks.

Fuck.

Don’t want to talk about the bullshit that went down with Cindy. Or what it was about. I sigh and burrow my face into Atlas’s neck. He didn’t make the face. Didn’t offer to help me like I needed fixing. He just kissed my cheek.

But what if Hunter makes the face?

I swallow hard.

Atlas’s hands run up and down my thighs. “Just a run-in with his ex. She learned her lesson.”

Groaning, I lift my head. “You tripped her.”

Hunter closes the distance between us, glaring at Atlas. “And?”

Atlas shrugs. “It was only a busted lip. And a chipped tooth. She should’ve tried to break the fall.”

“Fucking jackass.”

Atlas looks at me and makes a goofy face right back, trying to touch his nose with his tongue.

I chuckle and lightly slap his shoulder, then my sweatshirt is yanked up and pulled off. I gasp and twist around.

Hunter stares down at me. “Need you.”

My dick swells as a flush crawls up my neck to my cheeks. His eyes are softer. Intense, but not dangerous. Still, I don’t miss the way his fingers clench and unclench at his sides.

Atlas squeezes my thighs, and I face him. His Adam’s apple bobs, his lips pressed into a thin line, brows slightly furrowed.

He’s been this way since . . . since I told him about Henneman.

I turn back to Hunter, whose chest is heaving.

They’re scared—well, more like worried—about me.

Never had anyone tell me they need me. Never thought I’d like hearing it. But I do. So, I look up at my boyfriend and nod, already reaching for him.

He fists my hair, pulls back, and then kisses me. It’s hungry. Rough. Consuming. I moan into his mouth, and he swipes his tongue over mine, growling in return.

Atlas reaches into my joggers and wraps his hand around my dick, stroking from base to tip. He chuckles when I chase his fist, loosening his grip. “Nuh, uh, Little J.”

I break the kiss and glare as I pinch his nipple.

“Mmm, getting feisty.” Atlas pulls his shirt off and tosses it onto the ground. “Do it again. You know I like it.”

Asshole.

Atlas hisses through his teeth when I pinch them, grinding up against my ass. “Fuck, that feels good. More.”

Hunter lets go of my hair, and I fall forward, running my tongue along one hardened bud before nipping it.

“That’s it, baby.” Atlas’s head drops back as he pushes his chest out. “Use your teeth again. Feels so good when you do.”

Hunter walks off, then comes back and tosses lube and condoms onto the couch. “Lift.”

I keep playing with Atlas’s nipples as I lift my hips so Hunter can pull my pants and boxers off. Then Atlas grabs my chin and tilts it up to claim my mouth as Hunter works me open. I pant and whine, pushing back to chase his fingers.